Deleting Chen Jingzi's number, Gu Xu sat in front of his office chair, momentarily stunned.
He heaved a heavy sigh, as if trying to expel the gloom in his chest, but he remained downbeat.
Only by immersing himself in work could he temporarily set aside his troubles.
What laid ahead was yet another insanely busy day.
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Six o'clock in the evening.
The sky was already tinged with the blues and blacks of nightfall.
On the misty ginkgo-leaf-strewn driveway, streetlights had already flickered light.
Gu Xu's black Maybach wound its way through the ginkgo underpass.
Finally, in front of the villa along East Mountain Lake, where the courtyard was filled with blooming plum trees, the car drew a graceful arc.
With the car turned off, Gu Xu got out and walked into the villa.
As he changed his shoes at the entrance, he noticed a faint aroma of food, it seemed to be Aunt Zhou's specialty, boiled chicken.
He particularly loved the smell.
